Otherwise known as drinking London Pride in a British style pub and 'watching' football. I will go to hell for this. Next think I know I'll start moaning that everything is expensive, nobody speaks english and I can't get proper sliced pan or something absurd. Personally, I'd rather chip my tooth on a bürli any day than buy stupid plastic bread.

After a wonderfully productive week (not sarcasm) I am again waiting for feedback. Bah. Still, the weekend approaches so I shall not get downhearted about it, especially since I have just had an excellent lunch and the weekend looks set to be a scorcher (for April).

Fun new german word for today - der Pony. Aka what I do not want when I go to the hairdressers.